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British · by **British** on Sat Dec 17, 2011 1:16 pm

Endless

Some people kill themselves with the intentions of staying dead forever. They're sure that they do not want to be alive anymore and want to escape the planet for good. Others do it on impulse. Maybe they're under the influence or just taken over by emotions, but once they are dead they realize that they wish they had not done it. Endless is a place for both of these people.

Endless is a world for those who committed suicide. Although the intentions of the world were that the residents could stay for a little while and then return to Earth, only moments before they took their life to change what had happened, some have decided that they like the afterlife better than their life on Earth. They are known as The Permanents, because they have decided that they will never leave Endless. It's picturesque, carefree atmosphere enchants them and is clearly better than anything that the life they escaped had to offer. The leader of The Permanents is a male, somewhere between the age of 21 and 25. The other residents of Endless are referred to as The Temporaries, as they have realized that they would like to live life another go and try to change things in their life. The leader of The Temporaries is a female who was also in her early twenties when she ended her life.

Although both groups call Endless their home, they wouldn't consider each other to be family. Everyone knows that the leaders of both groups knew each other back on Earth before they killed themselves, but no one knows their history. The two had grown up together as childhood friends and once they reached their teenage years it was clear that they were meant to be. By age fifteen they were dating and were going steady until the end of their senior year of high school. Both had been accepted into different colleges but decided that distance wouldn't interfere and continued their relationship. It was September of their freshman year of college when they both returned home for a holiday and attended a party with some old high school friends. Lots of alcohol later and the leader of The Temporaries was having sex with the leader of The Permanents best friend. Of course, he happened to walk in on them doing it and was outraged. After knocking out his best friend, the couple got into an extremely heated argument. That night, he went home and killed himself. If the guilt wasn't enough to kill her, finding out a few weeks after his funeral that she was pregnant with his best friend's child was, and she also took her life.

However, finding each other in Endless didn't bring out the love that the two had once felt towards each other. They showed nothing but hatred for each other and because of his rough exterior and unwillingness to show that he still cares, she decided that she wanted to return to Earth. The problem was though, that no one can leave Endless unless everyone wants to. Over the years more residents appeared in Endless, some deciding that they wanted to stay and some deciding that they wanted to leave. It was a fight that never seemed to have an ending, until now.

A girl has entered Endless but her story is not like the others. Her death was an accident. She didn't mean to fall onto the train tracks on her way to Earth, despite what bystanders claim. Really, it was just an accident, but she was sent to Endless. Although she doesn't know it, she might just be the one person who is able to mend the relationship between the two leaders and hopefully convince everyone to return to Earth.

Rules:
-Please be able to post once every three days. I've restarted this 1000 times and don't want to have to do it again.
-All sheets must be finished within 5 days of starting them, no reserves.

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Roles:
-The New Girl: Alma

-Leader of The Temporaries: Female
-Member of Temporaries: Male
-Member of Temporaries: Male
-Member of Temporaries: Female
-Member of Temporaries: Female

-Leader of The Permanents: Male
-Member of The Permanents: Male
-Member of The Permanents: Male
-Member of The Permanents: Female
-Member of The Permanents: Female

Sarcasm · by **Sarcasm** on Sat Dec 17, 2011 1:43 pm

Georgia Hodgens

Preferred Name:Cherry
Age:Sixteen
Role:Female Permanent
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Hometown:Seattlle,Washington

Likes:

Dislikes:Bullies.
Abusers.
Him.
Pepsi.
Deciding between paper or plastic.
Getting splashed by water from a car on a rainy day.
Failing grades.
Frogs.
Fruity smelling perfumes.
Fears:Being alone for eternity. Hell no one wants that actually, but Georgia is terrified of the prospect that at some point..she just might be.
Quriks: You'll notice when she lies, she looks down at her feet when talking. She'll bite her bottom lip whenever she's excited about something as well.
Personality Traits: Sweet, bold,observant,stubborn, intelligent, lack of self esteem, no drive, caring, and imaginative.
Theme Song:

Background:pt for the occasional family reunions and get togethers. Or at least it was good until I got to high school. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever believe such awful things could happen to me in such a short amount of time. When I first started freshman year, I was just another nameless chick who happened to have ridiculously dark red hair. In the middle of my first year, people began to notice me after I tried out and landed a spot on the volleyball team. I may have looked lanky, but I sure managed to surprise the volleyball team and coach after managing to hit all the serves they passed with my "dainty" hands. After we had a couple games, some of my teammates introduced to the people I would come to know as the "In" crowd. At first I didn't care about fitting in with them, but after awhile of watching and debating....I joined in. A decision I would come to regret for the rest of my life.

I had never thought once of parties and drinking. I had better shit to do, or at least that's what I told myself while playing video games or hanging out with my parents. During the beginning of Sophmore year, right after I had just turned sixteen I went to my first party...and my last.Things were fine at first. Everyone was relatively drunk before I even managed to find a safe can of Coke. I wanted to play it safe for my first time, making sure I wasn't just going through some initiation where I ended up being drunk and the next day I'm on some youtube video dancing in my bra. Realizing that this wasn't as fun as I had hoped, I walked into an empty room to attempt to text some of my friends who hadn't been invited that they were extremely fortunate.That was when He came in. Looking tan and buff just like he usually did at football practice. I had a crush on him since first coming to school, and we had only said a few greetings and sent a minimal amount of waves to each other in the mornings. So you could say I was surprised when he walked over and sat down on the ground with me. He said something, I couldn't remember because it was so mumbled up and his breath smelled so rotten I kind of tilted my head away. Then before I knew it, his lips were on mine and I had my first kiss. It wasn't uncomfortable at first. But then the small kiss moved to his hand reaching under my shirt, and automatically I slapped it away as if some sort of bug had landed on me.The next part happened to fast . His eyes seemed to glaze over and become much darker then before, and he was on top of me...and...and the next part I'm sure you can guess.

I was numb. I don't know how many minutes I laid on that floor , neither crying or showing any sort of emotion.When I did manage to finally get up, I was greeted by the sound of an empty house. Everyone had gone, and no one had even bothered to check for me. The walk home allowed me to think and to finally feel about what just happened. Thankfully my parents were out of town, so I manged to get inside the house without being found out. Of course then I had school the next day that I couldn't miss. As soon as I walked in, I was met with disgusted looks and glares from several people I had never even met. On my locker they had sprayed"Slut" in black spray paint. Slut? I was raped and they had the gall to call me that? As I began storing away my books, tears threatening to drip out of my eyes, a tall blonde guy shut his locker near mine and began to speak to me. He told me he was His and that if I ever wanted "company" just to let him know. By the end of the day, the rumor was I had slept with over twenty people, and He was just one of them on the list.

The bullying escalated until the point were I began fearing school itself. So on a Friday night, after lasting another week of hell, of being called a slut because I was raped...I went into my mom's medicine cabinet and downed a few pills. Death was easy. It was the living part that was the real hell.

Relationships:

Hope you don't mind me bringing Georgia back since I never got a chance to use her haha. I hope this rp goes far this time!<3 ^^

rileylovespandas · by **rileylovespandas** on Sat Dec 17, 2011 4:51 pm

Gwenyveire Hill

Preferred Name: Gwen
Age: 18
Role: Female Permanent
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Hometown: New York City, New York

Likes:Animals, the color orange, chocolate truffles, any kind of music except heavy metal and rap

Dislikes: When people stereotype, heavy metal, rap
Fears: The dark
Quriks: She will often start humming to herself while she is the middle of a conversation with other people.
Personality Traits: Stong willed, smart, a leader, perfectionist
Theme Song: ??

Background: I was at the top of the world, I had perfect grades, the perfect boyfriend, I was the most popular girl in school, I was going to be accepted into Julliard. Then I messed everything up. Why, why did I have to be such an idiot?

Now lets preface this story a little bit. I was a musical prodigy. Schools across the country were looking to let me in, because not only was I one of the most musically talented kids on the Eastern seaboard, I was number one in my class grade wise. Even with all of these things I had never had many close friends. To most people it would appear that I did, considering that I always had a constant flock of people with me. They weren't my true friends though. I heard them talk about me behind my back, I heard them say the meanest and nastiest things about me. Hearing these things made me distant from everyone, although you would have never guessed it if you were an outsider. To you it would look like I was the queen of the school, because even though they hated me the other girls still hung out with me. Why? Your guess is as good as mine.

It was at the beginning of my senior year when things started to spiral downwards. All of my life I had pushed the thought of having a boyfriend to the back of my head, knowing that it would just make it all the harder to achieve my goals if I had someone else to worry about to. So, throughout my first three years of high school I ignored every guy that wanted to date me. That was, until a new kid moved here. He was perfect. He was smart, had blonde hair and blue eyes, he was athletic, he was caring. Needless to say I feel deep into love. He was the one person who wasn't pretending to be my friends. After we had been dating for a few months, it was around December, we did stuff we shouldn't have, which I can guess you know what that is.

It was a few weeks later I found out I was pregnant. I couldn't tell him, it would ruin both of our futures. My parents would probably disown me. What had I done with my life. That was when I ended it. My future was ruined, I didn't want his to be too.

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British · by **British** on Sun Dec 18, 2011 12:31 am

@rileylovespandas, I am looking for more detail in the profiles. Your character comes off as very "perfect" and because Hillary Duff is a well known public figure, it would be unrealistic to have her physical appearance playing a character in our story.

rileylovespandas · by **rileylovespandas** on Sun Dec 18, 2011 10:36 am

Okie dokie, I'll find a different pic...side note I didn't even know that that was Hillary Duff lol. Also by being to perfect what do you want me to change? And where would you like me to add more detail?

KaiyaFierce · by **KaiyaFierce** on Sun Dec 18, 2011 12:28 pm

Ooh, I like this concept! I'll offer up a character later :D

TheOneAndOnly · by **TheOneAndOnly** on Sun Dec 18, 2011 12:29 pm

Michaela Kaitland Pierce

Preferred Name: Mikey
Age: Seventeen
Role: Female Temporary
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Hometown: Belleville, New Jersey

Likes:
Caffeine, particularly in coffee form
Cats
Swimming
My Chemical Romance
Fun people
Singing
Good friends
Sweet foods, just in general
Hippopotamuses
Rain

Dislikes:
Canines in general
Hot days
Spicy foods
Spiders of all shapes and sizes
Cauliflower
Having to read and comprehend poetry
Things that confuse her too much

Fears:
Needles. She hates the idea of having a fine, sharp, pointy object stabbing into her. And either taking something out, or putting some foriegn substance in her. Especially when someone else is doing it. No, just..just no.
Heights. Because she isn't a fan of the idea of falling from a high place and breaking possibly every bone in her body, and then dying from head damage.

Quriks:
Mikey bites onto her lower lip quite often. Usually when she's excited or just happy in general, or is thinking about something. But sometimes she'l just do it out of habit.

Personality Traits:
Usually quiet
Smiley
Friendly
She tries her best to be a peace-keeper
Inquisitive, always wanting to know, 'why?'
Occasionally solitary

Theme Song:

Background:

Relationships:

Editing!

SilentButterflies · by **SilentButterflies** on Sun Dec 18, 2011 12:50 pm

Alma Parks

Preferred Name: Allie or just Al.
Age: Eighteen
Role: The New Girl
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Hometown: Omaha, Nebraska

Likes: Music festivals, indie rock, country and folk music, old fashioned sweet shops, sociology, grapes, dusk, fish and chips eaten straight from the paper, freshly cleaned bedsheets, the smell of laundry, education, acoustic versions of songs, kinder eggs, spring, lighting the fireplace for the first time in winter, the smell of matches, Jenny Lewis & Gerard Way, antique televisions, poppies and The Inbetweeners.
Dislikes: Confrontations, even though I'll argue one out until the end, people trying to put words into my mouth, having an inability to think up decent comebacks on the spot, regret, mangos, lamb, Lily Allen, the feeling you get when you realize that you shouldn't have eaten that extra chocolate bar, stubbing a toe, spiders, the smell of stale cigarettes and lilies, my weakness for superstition and modern cars.
Fears: It's little... or maybe a lot ironic, I guess, but dying. I am not dead yet. I won't accept anybody who tells me otherwise. But on a lighter note, if you could call it that, the only other things that give me the shivers are creepy crawlies. If they get too close for comfort, which they seem to like doing, I can run for miles. Screaming. Loudly.
Quirks: I've been told that when I get excited about things, or angry, god forbid, I tend to get quite animated with my speech. I have a habit of flailing my arms around, windmill style and my eyes apparently grow as wide as saucers. Also, I have a bad habit of smacking my lips before I speak and I spend a lot of my time staring off into space. I'm not really looking at anything, I'm especially not looking at you, I just tend to zone out and then I can't see anything past the thoughts in my head. It's just bad luck if you happen to be in my line of vision. I've had more than one person shift away from the weird brunette with the trance-like habits.

Personality Traits: Too determined for my own good. Stubborn as a mule. Happy-go-lucky. Optimistic. Motherly.

People tell me that I’m a lot of things but I suppose the chosen phrases above are what describe me best. In some ways you could say that I was your typical teenager, you know, before it happened. I had everything; a stable family, good friends, a happy life.

My mother brought me up as part of a lone parent family and past on over the years the motherly instincts that had come so naturally to her. When my friends needed me I was always the first one there, waiting with open arms, a good film and our own body weight in chocolate bars. I gotta admit, it pains me to see other people hurting and I guess I’ve become kind of sensitive to it. After watching my mother struggle to keep me and my brother on track, on her own, seeing tears or weakness kind of takes me back to those memories. Hence, I do have a personal struggle going on more often than not with my own intense feelings; I’ll bury before I deal, you know?

That aside though, my way of dealing with hurt is to try and turn it into something opposite in meaning, to pretend that it’s not really there. To make you laugh when you’re close to tears, to give you company when you’re lonely. Someone told me once that I can’t always keep the sunshine in my pocket but I’ll sure as hell try. Which leads me onto another thing. I have to admit, I have a bit of an issue with stubbornness. Like a dog with a bone comes to mind when you think of arguing with me; sometimes even when I know I’m wrong it’s kind of hard for me to back down. And then there’s those people that I clash with which kind of makes it even worse.
When I get worked up over something I get a little overly-passionate and it takes a lot for me to just breathe and walk away. I’ll keep working and working at something until I’ve proved my point or until you at least understand where I’m coming from. I mean don’t get me wrong if I can see it’s hurting you I’ll soften up because guilt and anger ain’t a good combination for anyone but I have that streak of determination in me that’s like one of those awkward birthday candles that won’t blow out. And I’ve kind of always looked at it as a flaw of mine, really. I hate how helpless it sometimes makes me feel. But who knew that one day I might need it? I certainly didn’t. But then I didn’t expect to die and get sent to Endless, either.

Theme Song: The Acrobat - Johnathan Rice

Background: My life was always normal really, or as normal as it could be. I was brought into the world on a sunny spring morning in March to my mother June Lewis, who’d been planning my birth right up until the moment that she met me for the first time. I mean don’t get me wrong, the way in which I was conceived wasn’t exactly the ideal – a quickie in a back alley after a night out hadn’t meant to end in a life sentence with a child but over her pregnancy my mother warmed to the idea of giving her first son, Tobey a baby sister. So yeah, there’s never been much of a father figure in my life but my older brother looks out for me… in his own way… when he can… kind of and that’s all that I’ve ever really needed.
Now, as much as I’d love to give you paragraphs of a majorly complex and intricate life story, I’m afraid that I’m going to have to disappoint. There’s not much happened in my life time that hasn’t been beyond average. I grew up toddling around gardens, collecting creepy crawlies; I had friends, boyfriends when I reached high school. I went to parties, I studied hard. My plans were to teach at a primary school level, to put my overprotective side to good use but I guess there’s a chance that that might never happen now isn’t there?

The only thing that was really out of the ordinary in my life was my brother’s addictions. He never coped as well as me with the fact that he didn’t have a father like all of the other kids around him and he rebelled. Drugs, alcohol. He was still on them when I… when I died so I don’t even want to think about how he’s bearing up now. We were always close as kids, especially when our mum went through a bout of depression mid-childhood. We helped each other through it and we came out of the other end again, something which can’t be said for most families nowadays.

I know though, that I’m boring you at present. Hell, I’m boring myself. So would you like to know why I told you all that stuff? Because I want to show you just what I’ve left behind and why I’m so desperate to get back, to get out of Endless, to take that second chance.
I never killed myself; I didn’t take my own life. I fell. Then the train came. It didn’t hurt. But it ended what I and my brother had worked so hard to create. And now they think that I left them. That I didn’t give them a second thought when I ‘jumped’. They see so many unanswered questions, so many dead ends. And they blame themselves and I can’t stand it. To know that my family is hurting, because of what I’ve supposedly done is killing me inside. And I don’t know how I get back up every day to work to get it back. Because the pain’s almost crippling; the nightmares, the sickness. But I have to keep fighting. To survive, I must. To live, I must.

KaiyaFierce · by **KaiyaFierce** on Sun Dec 18, 2011 2:13 pm

Scarlett Riverwell

Preferred Name: Scarlett. Nicknames aren’t her thing.
Age: Sixteen.
Role: Member of Temporaries
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Hometown: Ashfield, Indiana

Likes: Being outdoors, black coffee, tabby cats, Native American history, video games, Quentin Tarantino, feminist literature, Batman, denim, bicycles, sea-monkeys and brand new stationary.
Dislikes: Teen pregnancies (do people seriously still not understand how to use contracepton?), ignorance, celebrity magazines, marmite, pasta, fancy cars, pitt bulls, brand clothing, politics and arrogance.
Fears: Heights.
Quirks: When afraid or uncomfortable she links her fingers behind her back, her knuckles turning white as she struggles to hide her insecurity. When concentrating on something she has to have her thick hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ears or tying it back. Her face is generally surprisingly devoid of expression, happiness may register a slight quirk of the lips or anger a certain coldness in her eyes but in general she appears detached from her own circumstances.
Personality Traits: Sarcastic, intelligent, disinterested, blunt, not afraid of violence, vengeful and suspicious. However, she has a strong sense of morals and is never petty, rude or spiteful without cause, often helping others despite herself. Her isolation acts as a defensive mechanism.
Theme Song: TBD

Background: A lot of people in Endless don’t like talking about how they ended up there. It isn’t hard to figure out why, since you’d have to have lead a pretty crappy life to end up, you know. There is the odd person who seems to get a rise out of sharing their sob story, like their life is some sort of sad opera that you’re meant to weep about and applaud at the end. I’m not exactly one of those kind of people. I didn’t have a bad start on life - wasn’t born into a family of crack addicts or had a dustbin for a crib or anything - I had a nice mother and a dad and a small house in a small town. I don’t really remember much about my father, he died when I was two and there aren’t really any memories of him to miss. There was a photo of him in the house whilst I was growing up and he looked like a good guy, but it’s hard to recall his features now, Dave tore it up yonks ago. My mum though, she was great. Even with just the two of us we were happy, she was caring and warm and our home reflected that. We didn’t have tons of money but I never went hungry or in dirty clothes to school and I never much missed any of that material stuff. I never had many friends, I’ve never been much of a talker, but I had my mum and our tabby cat Ruskin and I was as content as any kid can be. Yeah until the age of eleven it was smooth sailing, all cupcakes after dinner and bike rides and unicorns. That kind of thing.

Then my mum met Dave. She worked at a diner in town and that was how they met, he’d just moved into Ashfield and the way he tells it on his first day he walked into the diner and and asked for his first cup of coffee and she served him and - you guessed it - it was love at first sight. I’m always ready to retch by the time he finishes that shtick. Knowing what I know it’s more likely she was just the first potential victim he laid eyes on. Anyway they started ‘dating’ and before I knew it he’d moved in and was asking me to call him ‘dad’. As far as I was concerned he could keep asking. The thing about Dave - his full name was David, but please just call him Dave, all his friends do - was he never seemed to have a job. He was considered very respectable and all, always neatly dressed and a member of this and that society, always busy about town. But in truth he was an utter slob. At home he was never out of his stringy, dirty vest and boxers, spread over our settee. At first mum put up with it but it began annoying her too, towards the end they would row all the time as she tried to get him to sort his act out. I say towards the end because when I was thirteen she got sick. The doctors said an infection had gotten into her lungs and without complete bed rest for at least a few months it was unlikely she’d recover. Of course she did no such thing, if she wasn’t working who would support me or the parasite that is Dave? Two days before my fourteenth birthday she collapsed. They rushed her into hospital but she’d gone into a coma. She never woke up.

After her death there were some arguments about what would be done with me, I didn’t have any relatives that would be willing to take me and it seemed like I’d have to go into care. In retrospect that would have been a blessing. Dave at this point, whilst dry-eyed and almost merry at her funeral, was increasingly inconsolable about the loss of his human piggy bank. That was until he heard about the money my grandparents had left me. You should have seen the smug look on his face the day he was granted legal guardianship of me, and with the right to control my assets until I reached 21. What a hero, people said in our town, what a great man stepping up to look after that ungrateful kid who isn’t even his. At home without mum things got worse, he spent huge amounts of money on booze - he was constantly drunk - and in when inebriated he was increasingly violent. Nothing I couldn’t handle though, I was always quicker than him and made sure to stay out of his way, spending time outside more and more often. One day I came home and our cat lay on the kitchen fur, a crumpled and bloody pile of fur. Apparently Dave had ‘got sick of supporting that f***ing animal’. I knew the feeling. I tried running away a few times but I always brought back to the police, handed into the arms of a teary-eyed and emotional Dave. What a good guy. Once the door was closed those open arms always turned into curled fists and booted feet. One day Dave had a few guys over, drinking beer in the kitchen and playing a few rounds of poker, all off them each as ugly and grotesque as the one before them. I was creeping past on my way out when I heard one of them slur, ‘So Dave, what would happen if you’re little pot of gold was to kick the bucket?’. A round of sneers and laughter went up, and I stopped in my tracks, waiting for Dave’s reply. ‘Well,’ he burped ‘I’d lose the money. What a rip-off right? I practically raise the kid and if she dies I’m left with nothing, it all reverts to her closest blood family member or some crap. Good thing I’m making sure that brat stays nice and healthy for at least the next few years.’

Bingo. The funny thing is I didn’t even question it at the time. Killing myself that is. All I had to know was that it’d be releasing me from his control and it would royally piss him off and that was enough for me. It didn’t take much organising, just a few too many sleeping pills. I considered leaving him a note but my feelings of spite and hatred weren’t something that could be put into the form of coherent language. Now I’m not so sure about how I behaved. What if he moved onto some other vulnerable woman? Was my life really worth sacrificing for revenge? And, a dark part of my mind whispers, did I really give him all that he deserves?

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British · by **British** on Sun Dec 18, 2011 3:44 pm

@Sarcasm, SilentButterflies, KaiyaFierce: I love the profiles and you guys are in! I can't edit the first post from my mobiles but you guys have those roles.

@riley: Your character comes off as unoriginal (I think that's the word that I'm trying to use). She's smart to a point where she is the top of her class, musically talented to an extent where she is nationally recognized, pretty, popular. It just doesn't seem like there's much to her.

Imagine That! · by **Imagine That!** on Sun Dec 18, 2011 6:58 pm

There seems to be a lot of female roles here this time... but is there still room for Lottie to come back? :/

Edit: I'd have to change her name, haha, looking at Tilly's bio, but still...

KaiyaFierce · by **KaiyaFierce** on Sun Dec 18, 2011 7:07 pm

If it becomes an issue I don't mind doubling with a boy character :)

British · by **British** on Sun Dec 18, 2011 7:09 pm

Your character is always welcome, Imagine That! :}.

Imagine That! · by **Imagine That!** on Sun Dec 18, 2011 7:12 pm

It's not a problem, haha! I'll just edit her name :) and thank you British <3 is it still okay for her to be a member of the permanents? Because to be honest, I don't think she'd like being a temporary :P

Imagine That! · by **Imagine That!** on Sun Dec 18, 2011 7:26 pm

Evelynn Sofia Hunt

Preferred Name: Always Evie. Maybe Eve. Never Evelynn.
Age: Nineteen.
Role: Permanent Resident here in Endless. I never want to fucking leave.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Hometown: Addison, Texas.

Likes: Sunny days, swimming, chocolate ice cream, hair dye, lazy days in pyjamas, laughter, curling up in an arm chair by a fire, Lee Evans, vanilla, beanie hats, kittens, parties, manga books, daydreaming & looking up at the clouds, hair dye and sketching.
Dislikes: Stuck up people, cinnamon, the snow, anything orange or lemon flavoured, bad hair days, people singing 'happy birthday', clowns, graveyards, anything creepy crawly but especially spiders, people bugging me when I want to be left alone, coffee, being in pain, fish, mashed potatoes and I hate heights.
Fears: Heights, clowns, needles, fire and toads. Don't even ask about the toads.
Quriks: I bite my nails. I keep trying to stop, but I can't. If I'm nervous, I usually twiddle with something, like my necklace from my mum or something. Oh, and if I start to swear, better start running; it means I'm pissed. Not really going to say much more, don't want you knowing me too well.
Personality Traits: To be honest, some people say that I have a split personality. I have multiple personalities, ect. You get it? Some days, I'll be perfectly happy, able to talk to, smiling and laughing, socializing with other people and having fun. However, on other days, I can just completely turn on the people that I care about, contemplating hitting them, and even wanting to hurt myself. Sure, being like that does bring up it's problems, like I can be friends with someone one day, and the next day, they can hate me, but I just can't help who I am. People that become my friends should know this from the beginning, so be warned. But on my good days, by all means, approach me! I love being around people, having fun and laughing. I mean, who doesn't? It's fun, having good friends to be with, and here in Endless, nothing's changed. When I'm in one of my good moods, I can be the life of the party, and I can also be someone that's there for a shoulder to cry on. If someone needs me, I'll be there for them... I just might take my anger out on them when I'm having a 'bad day'. I don't regret ending my life; I'm happier here than I've ever been before in life. I actually have people here that won't turn their back on me during the hardest time of my existence, people I can trust. In life, I never had that. That's what pushed me here in the first place. I don't trust anyone well any more, and it takes me a while to trust someone fully to care about them, because of getting screwed over by people that I 'trusted'. If anyone asks me what happened to make me jump off of that cliff, I won't answer. I can't. It's too painful.
Theme Song: Crazy Chick - Charlotte Church

Background: I was born to Lucy and Andrew Hunt on the Ninteenth of July. I couldn't protest as a child, because since my parents were quite well off compared to others, I never went without anything I wanted. Maybe I was spoiled a little by my parents, but who was I to complain? I loved it. I had an older brother called Chase who was always there to look after me no matter what. You'd think that Chase would have been my father's favourite child, but no. I was daddy's little girl, his "princess" as he would call me. We'd go out together on days out as I grew up, he'd buy me a cuddly toy every Wednesday and we'd do something like bowling or ice skating, before coming home for a family meal. I had enough friends to last me a life time, but my best friends, since the young age of about five were Jasmine Callister, Brett Savill and Bethany Thurlow. Up until I was sixteen, everything was fine. However, it was then that everything decided to change. I thought it was for the better, but it ended up... being the death of me.

Jas, Beth and Myself had always spoken about how handsome Brett was behind his back, but of course, since we were all the best of friends, none of us wanted to spoil that. Jas obviously wanted to take Brett for herself, and live with him, have a happy life, etcetera. Beth was more about the sexual side of relationships, and despite him being a close friend of ours, wanted to 'bang him against a bathroom wall', in her own words. Me on the other hand, yes, I liked him, but knowing that my other friends did too made me not want to tell them. Why? Simple, I didn't want to split us up. However, Brett had his own agenda, and when Prom time came around - he asked me. Not beautiful and caring Jas. Not sexy and feisty Beth. But me, plain, and normal Olivia. After making Brett wait a week for an answer, deliberating the pros and cons of going with him to Prom in my head, I finally decided to say yes, to choose him as my date. After that night, it was only a couple of weeks before we became an official couple. Surprisingly, my relationship with Jas and Beth didn't fail, as after a while of seeing Brett and myself as an item, they got over their infatuation for him. For once in my life, I had something that no-one else had, something that I actually wanted, not that my daddy had bought for me.

However, about a year into our relationship, I found out I was pregnant. The condom had to have split one night, and I couldn't believe it. The thoughts going around in my head weren't that this baby was going to ruin my life, or that I was going to be the laughing stock of the whole school. No. I cradled my stomach as soon as I found out that their was a tiny life in there, and I wanted to protect it with all of my heart. I loved that child from the first millisecond I found out I was carrying it, and Brett was just as ecstatic. My parents on the other hand, were a different matter. My brother had gone off into the army, so he never did find out about my pregnancy. My mother broke down into tears when she found out, asking herself what she had done to make her daughter such a disappointment. My father... I feel like crying even thinking about how he reacted. He looked at me with those big brown eyes that had shown me so much love over the past seventeen years, now void of all feeling and he told me to get out. To leave, and to never come back. He said to me that I had killed him inside, and that I was the biggest disappointment in his entire life. That night, I spent crying myself to sleep in Brett's arms, his mother, Maureen, having let me into his home, not even thinking about it. Of course she wasn't going to leave a teenage girl homeless, especially one that she had known for seventeen years, and was carrying her grandchild.

After that, everything was a blur. Two months into my pregnancy, there was blood in my underwear. I went to the doctors. The only word that entered my ears that day was 'miscarriage.' I broke down. Brett blamed me. He cheated on me with Beth. Jas believed Brett that I had aborted our child without him knowing. Maureen believed her son too, and kicked me out that day. Brett and Beth ran off together. I was left homeless, alone and broken. I walked out to the cliffs, with tears in my eyes, cradling my now empty stomach. I stood at the end of the cliff, looking down at the drop into the mass of rocks and crashing waves below. I closed my eyes.

And I jumped.

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wednesdaysun · by **wednesdaysun** on Sun Dec 18, 2011 10:15 pm

Rocco Tadeu Vidigal

Preferred Name: Rocco
Age: Nineteen
Role: Temporary.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Hometown: Born in Nova Iguaçu, but raised in Allentown, Pennsylvania, the abandoned

Likes: Parkour, collecting receipts (a strange habit, but a useful one when counting expenses), abandoned train yards, instant noodles, works by Bret Easton Ellis and Haruki Murakami, Twizzlers, African print backpacks, his two favorite pairs of jeans that appear too short for him, the rough mix of Portuguese and English he spoke at home, surprises and surprising people, The Beatles, argyle socks, swimming, bonfires.
Dislikes: Mud that tires get stuck in, kazoos, coriander, cheesy pick-up lines, obvious exposition in movies, bills (but then again, who doesn't?), losing things, ridiculous amounts of paperwork, extremely idle days, cleaning up, mosh pits, pink, when people fail to remember the simplest of things, morons.
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Quirks: I guess the eyes are a quirk of some sort. You know. People stare, but I don't find it weird at all that they do, nor do I find it insulting. It gives me the assurance that people can maintain eye contact. *editing
Personality Traits: List is fine
Theme Song: Punching in a Dream — The Naked and Famous

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MaryKate · by **MaryKate** on Sun Dec 18, 2011 10:47 pm

Terrance Gabriel White

Preferred Name: Gabe
Age: Sixteen
Role: Male, Permanent
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Hometown: Fallen Park, AL

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Fears: Being strangled, armed robberies, everyone turning against him
Quriks: Nail biting, rarely makes eye contact, rarely eats breakfast
Personality Traits: List is fine
Theme Song: What Do You Want From Me?, Forever the Sickest Kids

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